A/N: Yey! Finally, I have finished. : ) Sorry it took so long to add the 4th chapter. Writer's block is a bitch. I also just finished reading The Way of Shadows and have been going around the house for a half hour saying "Unholy crap! I did NOT see that coming!" O_e Lol. That ending tops all the story twists I have read so far. All I have to say is, wow. Haha. Anywho, I made a lemon to try to make it up for the long wait. Goda dell'amore! 8D
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Ch. 4
The bath water slowly soothed away all of Kylar's aches and pains. He hadn't been too enthused when Ezio had persuaded him that the once steaming liquid would relax him, but now the wetboy had to admit that he felt much better. As the water had cooled down to relaxing warmth, Kylar had felt a good portion of his muscles begin to loosen up. He almost felt as if he could sleep here.
He absentmindedly reached for the washcloth that Ezio had set on the rim of the tub, but was only met with cool porcelain. Maybe it had fallen on the floor. The wetboy looked over the side of the tub, but saw no sign of it.
"Are you looking for this?"
Kylar whirled around and came face to face with the elder assassin. His white assassin's attire had been replaced by a black pair of slacks and a simple button-down shirt beneath an expensive looking vest while his long black hair was pulled back into a loose plait.
Kylar's eyes narrowed at the man's obligatory smirk, extending an expectant hand. "Yeah, so give it back."
To Kylar's surprise, Ezio simply placed the wash cloth into the palm of his hand and stood. A confused expression spread across the wetboy's face which Ezio caught.
"Don't think too much into it." He told Kylar, putting on a confident air. "I only came in here to see you naked."
Kylar blushed profusely before splashing the man with a wall of water. "Get out you pervert!"
But Ezio put up a finger, the hint of a smirk again tugging at the corners of his lips. Purposefully, the elder assassin removed his vest, unbuttoned his shirt and let them fall to the floor before moving to work at his belt. Kylar's eyes widened, his heart thudded in his chest and he could feel the burning in his cheeks return tenfold.
"W—what are you doing?" He choked.
"What does it look like?" Ezio replied, stepping out of his pants. "It is a waste of water to take two baths."
Kylar narrowed his eyes despite his embarrassment. "Somehow I highly doubt that's the case."
As the elder assassin slipped into the tub opposite the wetboy, Kylar tried his best to move out of the man's way without being too conspicuous. But Ezio had other plans. He sat amused for a moment as he watched the deep red tinge overtake the young man's face as he tried to keep his distance. It was too cute for him to put into words and he wanted to see more.
It took Kylar completely by surprise when Ezio took a firm hold of his legs and pulled him into his lap. The young wetboy's heart caught in his throat as the elder assassin pulled him into his arms and nuzzled the nape of the young man's neck seductively. A shiver ran through Kylar's body and he tensed.
"Sei molto bello.*" The elder assassin spoke softly, placing a feather-light kiss on Kylar's neck earning a soft moan from the young wetboy.
In the attempt to hide his embarrassment, Kylar tightly closed his eyes and rested his head against Ezio's tanned chest. He couldn't help but remember all the times he had thought about the assassin; about how he would catch himself in daydreams of being embraced by the Italian's strong arms. Now that it was actually happening, the wetboy didn't know how to react and he silently cursed himself for acting so terrified in front of the man. However, the words of Durzo Blint suddenly came whirling into his head, distracting his current thoughts.
"Relationships are ropes. Love is a noose."
As Ezio placed a hand beneath Kylar's chin and guided his face upwards, the young wetboy threw out a hand and clamped it over the assassin's ever advancing mouth.
"This is bad." Kylar squeaked. "Relationships are ropes that will only distract us from our work."
He watched as Ezio's eyes narrowed and his hand gripped Kylar's own, gently peeling it from his mouth only to kiss the palm sweetly.
"Do you believe that?" Ezio had half expected that the younger would refuse his advances, though he had no intentions of giving in to the boy's protests. It was obvious that the wetboy held deep feelings for the older assassin, but something inside the young man refused to allow him the pleasure of it.
Kylar hesitated and mentally kicked himself for doing so. "Of course," he said a little unsure under that man's scrutinizing gaze. "Love is a weakness that our enemies will use against us."
Ezio wasn't convinced. The way Kylar sat there and said these things sounded as if he were reading a script. Again, he captured the younger's chin in hand, allowing their eyes to connect before he spoke. "Who told you that?"
"My master; Durzo Blint,"
Ezio nodded. It was just as expected. Someone had instilled ideals into the young wetboy's mind that he didn't much care for. Sure, he understood why this Durzo Blint guy might see things that way, but Ezio was too stubborn to skim only the surface of the idea. He smiled at Kylar.
"Durzo Blint is a fool." He said softly, running his freehand below the water to the small of Kylar's back. "You and I are not held by his ideals. Neither of us is weak. Both of us are regarded as the highest of predators. Neither of us will succumb to the enemies' tricks because we both hold the power to fight back."
Kylar had never thought of it that way before. But neither had he, in his wildest dreams thought that he would one day fall in love with an assassin. Sure, an assassin did not share the same strengths as a wetboy with the Talent, but the way Ezio spoke so confidently, Kylar couldn't help but to succumb to the man's words.
Slowly, as if to test his boundaries, Kylar moved his arms up to wrap around Ezio's neck. The elder assassin watched with a hint of amusement in his eyes at how uncertain the wetboy was. It was a complete contrast to the way he had dealt with his target. Yes. Ezio had seen everything, yet turned away when Varese bedded the boy. He refused to see such a sight and somehow it hurt his heart to think that Kylar was capable of doing something like that without batting an eye if it came to it.
Ezio held the wetboy close and placed gentle kisses along his neck and shoulder. He would not think about the pains Kylar had gone through, for what he guessed, his whole life. He would not ruin the mood when the younger man was attempting to do things right.
"Ezio," Kylar met the assassin's vacant gaze. He could sense that something was wrong just by the tiny shift in the man's heartbeat. Ezio locked eyes with Kylar for a moment, no longer off in the world he had wandered into.
"I apologize for thinking you would get yourself killed going after your target." It was sincere, but Kylar didn't like where the conversation was going.
The wetboy focused on Ezio's chest, not wanting to look the man in the eye. "I know more than people think." He told him, voice a pained whisper. "More than I'll ever admit."
Above him, the assassin nodded his understanding before enveloping the younger man in a strong embrace. "You will tell me in time. Lei vale la mia pazienza.*"
Kylar's heart melted at the man's native tongue as the warmth from those foreign words ghosted over his damp skin. He loved when the assassin spoke to him in his native tongue. He sighed, albeit a little shaken as he allowed Ezio to kiss the crook of his neck, the soft yet firm pressure of his lips creating goose bumps all over his body. The assassin smirked beside himself as he moved to capture the wetboy's mouth with his own and easily slipped his tongue past his lips. Kylar moaned softly as he kissed Ezio back, initially giving in altogether as he allowed the assassin to explore the wet cavern. Finally, when air was much needed Ezio pulled away and brushed some damp strands of blonde from the younger wetboy's face. He couldn't help but smirk at Kylar's flushed features.
"What?" Kylar asked, confused.
Ezio merely chuckled. "Sei molto bello." He spoke softly into Kylar's ear just as he had earlier. "I want to do things right."
Before Kylar could ask what he meant, Ezio climbed out of the bath, picking the wetboy up bridal style in his strong arms. Kylar squeaked in surprise as he was lifted out of the water.
"Wha—hey wait! What are you doing?" He protested as he was carried out of the bathroom and down a small corridor.
Ezio wasted no time in entering a room to the left where he laid the wetboy down on a bed and took his place above him. He gently caressed Kylar's stunned features with the back of his hand and smirked.
"I want to make love to you." His voice was sincere as he cooed in Kylar's ear. "We will do it right."
The blush that entered Kylar's face would have made a tomato look pink. He tried to cover his obvious embarrassment with his right arm, but the elder assassin peeled the limb away. Ezio pulled the arm up and planted a light kiss on the wetboy's extended palm, reveling in the way Kylar squirmed at the contact. It was really very cute. In this state, it was hard to believe the young wetboy was a killer.
Kylar could feel the man above him staring at him. It made him self-conscious. There was however something that he had wanted to tell the assassin and in the heavy silence he figured it was as good a time as any. It just didn't feel right to keep such a secret from Ezio, especially when they were about to take such a huge step in their relationship. Sure, the two had never even dated or even known each other for long enough to call it a true relationship, but the bond they shared was deeper than any other pair of lovers could fathom. Death surrounded them in an ever growing embrace, but somehow both assassin and wetboy found a way to keep what sanity they had and survive. It was a dark life to live in the shadows. It wasn't a life that many could bear.
"Ezio," Kylar looked at the elder assassin. A hint of apprehension reflected in his light blue eyes. "There's something important I need to tell you." He let his attention fall on a small wooden bureau against the far wall of the room.
Ezio pet the boy's cheek. "I don't know how much longer I can hold out, Kylar." The frustration that laced the assassin's voice was meant to be both a hint and humourous, but he smiled nonetheless. "What is it you want to tell me?" He leant down and trailed feather light kisses from Kylar's collarbone down his chest, tasting the remaining bathwater on his flawless skin, as he allowed the wetboy's strangled reply.
"My name," he panted softly, "Master Blint chose to call me Kylar. But," A soft moan escaped him as Ezio planted a kiss at his navel.
"But," Ezio prodded to show he was still listening.
Kylar gulped as he felt the assassin grip his thigh possessively, but forced himself to continue. "But Kylar Stern isn't my real name." He bit back another moan as Ezio took hold of his other leg and lifted them both up onto his shoulders for better leverage. The assassin reveled in the fact at how sensitive the wetboy was.
"Then what is your real name?"
"It's—Azoth."
Above him, Ezio halted his ministrations and repeated the name; letting the syllables role off his tongue in the accent that sent the butterflies in the wetboy's stomach into a whirl of chaos.
Ezio smiled and placed a chaste kiss onto Azoth's lips. "Allora quello è che cosa gli denominerò—Azoth.*"
For some reason, letting the assassin know his real name had felt right. Maybe there was something inside him that felt the need to tell Ezio that truth. Call me a romantic. The wetboy knew better than to allow his past to catch up with him. He had rid himself of that name so long ago. But he supposed, of all the people who knew him and had called him by his real name, he wanted to hear it spoken from the elder assassin in that alluring accent. Maybe he had become a fool.
Azoth almost didn't notice through his slight daze when Ezio held up three fingers to the wetboy's mouth. He blue eyes squinted in confusion. Ezio smirked and touched the fingertips the boy's lips encouragingly. When it hit him what the assassin wanted him to do, Azoth opened his mouth to allow the digits to slip inside. For a moment, Azoth savoured the salty taste as he ran his tongue over the fingers before Ezio pulled them out, replacing them with his tongue in a very distracting kiss.
He yelped into the elder assassin's mouth as he felt something penetrate him. His breath caught in his throat as he tried instinctually to ignore the sleight pain, gripping the white bed sheets until his knuckles matched in colour.
Ezio moved to nip reassuringly as Azoth's ear. "There is nothing to be afraid of Azoth." He breathed. He then latched onto the wetboy's neck and bit down just enough to deter his attention away from the lower stinging. Azoth gasped and Ezio took his chance to insert another finger into the young wetboy. "Relax. If you don't, it will only hurt more. Just relax Azoth."
That's right. He had to relax. He had forget about the present, the past, everything. It wasn't like he had no experience. He had plenty. But he had never done it like this; never been given the choice or the reassurance that things would be okay.
As Ezio inserted a third and final finger, Azoth felt his back arch off the bed. A guttural moan escaped him. It wasn't too loud, but it was certainly loud enough to please the assassin to blame for such an action. The assassin began scissoring his fingers in answer to the wetboy's moan and found a new place on Azoth's neck to generate a second bruise.
"I want to do things right."
Azoth soon felt the elder assassin remove his slickened digits and trail wet, hot kisses down his chest to his navel. The young wetboy couldn't stop the needy mewl that escaped him as Ezio gripped hold of his weeping member and began pumping it slowly. Again, Azoth moaned softly, shutting his eyes and holding tighter to the man above him.
"Ezio," he breathed helplessly.
Ezio smiled that intoxicating smirk that was notorious for sending girls into a flushing flurry. "Easy, amore mio," he said. Avrete a me abbastanza presto.*"
He had wanted to wait; to make things perfect, but as Ezio looked down upon the younger wetboy he found it harder and harder to keep his control. Decidedly, he gave into his shattering willpower and laced his freehand with one of Azoth's which where wound around his neck. He kissed the boy.
Azoth knew what was coming. His heart raced as he kissed Ezio back rather sloppily. He was so nervous that when he went to kiss the assassin back for the second time his lips hit the side of the man's mouth. Above him Ezio chuckled, earning a dazed pout from the young man beneath him.
"I tend to have that effect on people." The assassin snorted softly. He again adjusted Azoth's legs over his shoulders and positioned himself as the wetboy's entrance. He hated that he wouldn't be able to make it easier since he didn't have any lubrication. Apologetically, he leant forward and placed a kiss on his soon to be lover's forehead. "This will only hurt for a minute." He promised. "You will have to bear with it."
Azoth gritted his teeth, waiting for what was to come. "This is nothing compared to what I've had to endure. I'll live."
Nodding his understanding, Ezio carefully pushed inside of Azoth, burying himself to his hilt. The wetboy cried out, every muscle in his body tensing automatically at the searing pain. He had barely had enough time to recover from Varese's treatment and now Azoth felt his insides being stretched to their limits by Ezio's even larger endowment. His chest heaved as he reminded himself to relax; his legs tightened around the older man's shoulders and he took in a sharp intake of air as he felt his own needy member being attended by one of Ezio's skilled hands.
"I'm all the way in." He crooned into Azoth's ear before kissing the lobe tenderly. "You're so tight Azoth."
Finding a small part of his snarky side beneath the haze he had fallen into, Azoth replied, "I'm not tight." He grit out. "You're just too big."
"Grazie for the compliment," Ezio smirked.
He watched in adoring amusement as the blush on Azoth's face deepened and the wetboy screwed his eyes shut out of pure embarrassment. It made his length throb in anticipation and slowly began to pull out of the younger man, only to thrust back into the tight entrance, earning a deliciously loud mewl from Azoth. He savoured the image of how the wetboy looked as he arched his back, bruised lips parted, panting as the assassin drove into the lithe body repeatedly. It only took moments before they both fell into rhythm, both assassin and wetboy becoming lost in their need for one another.
Azoth felt himself on the brink and panted heavily. "I'm so close--" He groaned as Ezio continued to hit that little bundle of nerves inside of him that kept bringing him back to that blissful state of being. "I feel like—I'm gonna fall--"Ezio kissed him passionately as he pressed his thumb over Azoth's leaking tip.
"Fall; I will catch you."
Azoth felt his muscles spasm and his back arched off the bed as he released himself onto both him and Ezio, crying out the other's name desperately. He allowed himself to collapse just as Ezio followed close behind, spilling his seed deep inside his new lover. The older assassin pulled out earning a disapproved moan and rolled off of Azoth to rest beside him. Without missing a beat, he enveloped the young wetboy into his strong arms and kissed the young man's shoulder as they settled in for the remainder of the night.
The wetboy sighed content, loving the comforting warmth embracing him from behind and closed his eyes.
"Ti voglio bene.*" Ezio whispered, pulling Azoth as close as he could. "Remember that despite what others may say."
Azoth nodded and smiled. "Ti voglio bene." He repeated. But somehow it just didn't sound right when we said it the way Ezio had. He grimaced when he heard Ezio's low chuckle. "What?" He demanded the Italian tiredly.
The assassin smirked against the wetboy's back. "I love it when you speak that way to me."
Azoth blushed deep red again. The assassin had taken the words right out of his mouth and had used them against him. But he suppressed the urge to smack the older man on the back of the head and closed his eyes, drifting off to a sleep without nightmares.
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A/N: First of all, sorry for my bad Italian. *sweatdrop* Good ending? Bad ending? Let me know, but be gentle. : ) Sorry again for the loooong wait. I hope this kinda' makes up for it. I'll be working on some other Ezio x Kylar fics real soon. One of which is AU. Haha. Just for fun. So keep an eye out. ; ) Much more assassin x wetboy lovinz on the way.
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Translations:
Sei molto bello – You are very handsome
Lei vale la mia pazienza – You are worth my patience.
Allora quello è che cosa gli denominerò—Azoth. - Then that is what I will call you—Azoth
Avrete a me abbastanza presto – You will have me soon enough
Ti voglio bene – I love you